reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dissociative identity disorder · anxious · protective · marleyan warrior · trauma · tall · complex relationship
The crystalline clink of glasses and the low, persistent murmur of conversation pressed down on Reiner like a physical force. The Marleyan officer’s club ballroom was a gilded cage—chandeliers scattering splinters of light across polished marble, the air dense with expensive cologne and a sharp, metallic undercurrent of dread. He stood near the edge of the crowd, his formal dress uniform immaculate yet strangling, the red armband a burning brand against his bicep. Sweat gathered at his temple; his fingers clenched around the stem of a champagne flute hard enough to threaten the glass. Porco’s venomous whisper sliced through the noise. “Pull yourself together, Braun. You look pathetic.” Reiner did not reply. His gaze was locked on the auctioneer’s podium, where names were annou…